Word Count: 441 Tags: Religious imagery, soulbond-ish
Aoyagi waits three thousand, six hundred, and twenty-eight years for Teshima to be reborn.
Even for them, it’s a long time -- Teshima’s one of the last, one of the low, unremarkable foot soldiers to fall in the battle against Lucifer. One of many. He’s replaceable, in the thousand eyes of their generals, and of course, by logic, he is. Aoyagi remembers that Raphael was raised just weeks after the battle, awakened in a new human vessel and brought hastily to Heaven to mend the damage and heal the fresh scars. Teshima was never nearly as important as an archangel, and that’s why it’s taken centuries and decades for his soul to find a new home.
But like any of the universe’s creations, Aoyagi is flawed, and so was Teshima, and they do not let logic rule them as purely as they should. Aoyagi is a good soldier, he is strong and obedient, but he loves Teshima. Loves him in a way that he can never think of as a flaw. It feels so correct that they have often wondered, alone among the stars, if they were really created to be together. To complement each other. They are so much more together than they are apart.
For three thousand, six hundred, and twenty-eight years, Aoyagi does his duty, and he never lets thoughts of Teshima distract him from his greater purpose. Teshima will return, some day, after all. It’s simply a matter of when. The only noticeable change in his behaviour, after the Fall and Teshima’s first death, is that he keeps his wings impeccably groomed and his muscles solid and strong.
He’ll need them, when Teshima is reborn and his wings will be as small and downy as a newly-hatched chick. He needs to be strong enough for two, to carry Teshima until Teshima can fly alone again.
Finally, finally Aoyagi feels him, and he flies down immediately, passing through the shimmery plane that separates the Heavens and the Earth.
He finds himself in Japan, a countryside city, and he follows the song of Teshima’s soul until he finds the human body it lives in.
Teshima’s new body doesn’t look much like his old one, but Aoyagi almost smiles -- his hair is exactly the same. And when Teshima sees him, and his mouth drops open in confused shock, the expression is painful in its familiarity.
“I dreamed about you,” the boy blurts out, and his cheeks immediately redden.
“You know me,” Aoyagi says quietly, and he’s surprised by the intensity of his own emotion. He reaches for Teshima’s hand, and Teshima squeezes back without hesitation.
FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G
Word Count: 441
Tags: Religious imagery, soulbond-ish
Aoyagi waits three thousand, six hundred, and twenty-eight years for Teshima to be reborn.
Even for them, it’s a long time -- Teshima’s one of the last, one of the low, unremarkable foot soldiers to fall in the battle against Lucifer. One of many. He’s replaceable, in the thousand eyes of their generals, and of course, by logic, he is. Aoyagi remembers that Raphael was raised just weeks after the battle, awakened in a new human vessel and brought hastily to Heaven to mend the damage and heal the fresh scars. Teshima was never nearly as important as an archangel, and that’s why it’s taken centuries and decades for his soul to find a new home.
But like any of the universe’s creations, Aoyagi is flawed, and so was Teshima, and they do not let logic rule them as purely as they should. Aoyagi is a good soldier, he is strong and obedient, but he loves Teshima. Loves him in a way that he can never think of as a flaw. It feels so correct that they have often wondered, alone among the stars, if they were really created to be together. To complement each other. They are so much more together than they are apart.
For three thousand, six hundred, and twenty-eight years, Aoyagi does his duty, and he never lets thoughts of Teshima distract him from his greater purpose. Teshima will return, some day, after all. It’s simply a matter of when. The only noticeable change in his behaviour, after the Fall and Teshima’s first death, is that he keeps his wings impeccably groomed and his muscles solid and strong.
He’ll need them, when Teshima is reborn and his wings will be as small and downy as a newly-hatched chick. He needs to be strong enough for two, to carry Teshima until Teshima can fly alone again.
Finally, finally Aoyagi feels him, and he flies down immediately, passing through the shimmery plane that separates the Heavens and the Earth.
He finds himself in Japan, a countryside city, and he follows the song of Teshima’s soul until he finds the human body it lives in.
Teshima’s new body doesn’t look much like his old one, but Aoyagi almost smiles -- his hair is exactly the same. And when Teshima sees him, and his mouth drops open in confused shock, the expression is painful in its familiarity.
“I dreamed about you,” the boy blurts out, and his cheeks immediately redden.
“You know me,” Aoyagi says quietly, and he’s surprised by the intensity of his own emotion. He reaches for Teshima’s hand, and Teshima squeezes back without hesitation.
Aoyagi spreads his wings.